Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.